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Where can I find a long verse about the army? and got a better answer
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About the War: Alexander Tulpin Guys Going to War. When? Why? And why? Not for them to decide, they have their orders, Decided everything for them, for us, And under the cover of darkness, They are now on their own terms with the war. And not all return, Some disabled, some for good, Some for good, but not in themselves, Leaving their minds to the war, And some never come back at all: War erases names, erases faces, addresses, Mobile voices are silent. And all are waiting for them and do not want to believe That their lads are being Ironed by tanks At the moment When the criminal President Threatens the peoples with a little Fire from his armoured vehicles. The boys go off to war. When? Why? And why? Behind them North Caucasus They are cut off from us, They are pinned along the river, And with them the children, the old men of the big city of Tskhinval. That night the city shook, And overturned houses, We will never know: All those who were here, All those who fell here, Because here was the rear, The whole city was asleep When the ninth wave of fire Fell on the shaking Tskhinval. When shells, bombs, tanks, "Grad", And in basements of old and young. Who protects them now? And the lads stood up like a shield, The soldiers stood under fire, Though the tanks were breaking through. And they took the unequal battle, covering Ossetia with themselves. And then what? What then! Who gnawed at the ground with his mouth open To soothe the pain of injury, Who mourned the Mother of God, Kombat yelled and your friend cried, The first fright was behind, Cartridges were smoking on the sand, Life hung in the balance And the glowing machine gun A second shell was eating away. Hours stretched on, and the dawn fell on the city: no buildings. Plaster and sirens, cracked walls, Powder stinks, Children's toys burnt in the mud, Fuel oil and blood, shards of shrapnel and steel, And a body lies staring into the distance... There once was a garden-town, Now there's a town hell. And boys at war, Some are torn from their wounds, Bandages and groans and laughter, All in pain and sorrow. ##And even if it's a hell now, And there'll BE a garden-town, And there'll be peace and labor, And the kids will go to school, And the war will be over, And your names, boys, will be remembered by all, And time will pass, But on the anniversary of these troubles Our proud little neighbor Will be here, at this post, And here the full-length birches. The birch-trees are full-grown here, Where you stood under fire.
About the War: Alexander Tulpin Guys Going to War. When? Why? And why? Not for them to decide, they have their orders, Decided everything for them, for us, And under the cover of darkness, They are now on their own terms with the war. And not all return, Some disabled, some for good, Some for good, but not in themselves, Leaving their minds to the war, And some never come back at all: War erases names, erases faces, addresses, Mobile voices are silent. And all are waiting for them and do not want to believe That their lads are being Ironed by tanks At the moment When the criminal President Threatens the peoples with a little Fire from his armoured vehicles. The boys go off to war. When? Why? And why? Behind them North Caucasus They are cut off from us, They are pinned along the river, And with them the children, the old men of the big city of Tskhinval. That night the city shook, And overturned houses, We will never know: All those who were here, All those who fell here, Because here was the rear, The whole city was asleep When the ninth wave of fire Fell on the shaking Tskhinval. When shells, bombs, tanks, "Grad", And in basements of old and young. Who protects them now? And the lads stood up like a shield, The soldiers stood under fire, Though the tanks were breaking through. And they took the unequal battle, covering Ossetia with themselves. And then what? What then! Who gnawed at the ground with his mouth open To soothe the pain of injury, Who mourned the Mother of God, Kombat yelled and your friend cried, The first fright was behind, Cartridges were smoking on the sand, Life hung in the balance And the glowing machine gun A second shell was eating away. Hours stretched on, and the dawn fell on the city: no buildings. Plaster and sirens, cracked walls, Powder stinks, Children's toys burnt in the mud, Fuel oil and blood, shards of shrapnel and steel, And a body lies staring into the distance... There once was a garden-town, Now there's a town hell. And boys at war, Some are torn from their wounds, Bandages and groans and laughter, All in pain and sorrow. ##And even if it's a hell now, And there'll BE a garden-town, And there'll be peace and labor, And the kids will go to school, And the war will be over, And your names, boys, will be remembered by all, And time will pass, But on the anniversary of these troubles Our proud little neighbor Will be here, at this post, And here the full-length birches. The birch-trees are full-grown here, Where you stood under fire.
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TvardovskyVasily Terkin is practically all about the army. Or this one: There was Major Deyev's comrade Major Petrov Together they were friends Since the civil war Together fought the Whites with sabers on horseback Together then served in the cavalry regiment And Major Petrov had Lenka favorite son Without a mother in the barracks the boy lived alone, etc. There are about 30 verses.
TvardovskyVasily Terkin is practically all about the army. Or this one: There was Major Deyev's comrade Major Petrov Together they were friends Since the civil war Together fought the Whites with sabers on horseback Together then served in the cavalry regiment And Major Petrov had Lenka favorite son Without a mother in the barracks the boy lived alone, etc. There are about 30 verses.
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